It is St. Patricks day!!

It is no secret that I am way past obsessed with their art. I've trusted them to bring my ideas to life with colors, and not once have I been disapointed. But this time? Yall. They exceeded my craziest expectations. 😊💕

Alright! Enough of me being sappy. Thesan and his peregryn lover do it enough on their own. With that, here's them, basking in their love, underneath Dawn's skies and all its colors. I've also put two of their sappiest, cutest, and my personal favorite moments below, with the link of each fic. If you wish to stop by and give them some love in the comments, do it! Don't be shy xx

“It’s not because of what happened, I told you. I forgive you, I’m not holding this against you, I promise. You were just trying to survive.” He takes a step back, admiring Thesan in all his beauty. Cheeks flushed, a cute pout on his swollen lips… A sight for sore eyes. “I just can’t have only some parts of you. I want everything with you, Thesan.”  “What do you mean?”  “I mean that I want you for everything, not just sex. I want to take you out on dates. I want to shop for clothes with you, and buy you gifts with the money I’ve worked for. I want to make you smile, and laugh, but I also want you to let me in on hard days. I want to be the shoulder you’ll rest your hand on to cry,”—he takes a deep breath—”I’m a greedy male, Thesan. I get jealous, and quite intense. When I love someone, I love honestly and passionately. I don’t just want to have sex with you, Thesan. I want you to choose me, all of me, for who I am. And I… I also want you to be mine, because I love you. I’m obsessed with you, really.” 

-Snippet from my fic Where I Belong

“They’re beautiful, winged males,” Thesan sighs, brushing his hand over his heart, then smiling brightly, as if he sensed something shift. Or… tug. 

Eris scoffs. “I’m not sure where this conversation is going, Thesan.”

Thesan shrugs, “Nowhere, apparently. Perhaps this meeting has altered my brain by keeping me out of my partner’s arms for too long.”

“You,” Eris says, looking pointedly at the male, “Are smitten.” 

“I am. Are you?” 

-Snippet from my fic Speak Up, I Know You Hate Me